Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1627

Chapter 1627: The Royal Saintess

Chris walked over and easily lifted her up. She was too light, making her feel like a little chick in his hands.

Nina was held in his arms like a princess, and subconsciously hugged his neck with her slim and delicate arms.

As if knowing what he wanted to do, her small lips trembled slightly.

Chris glanced down at her, and her fair cheeks turned red with shyness. Her eyebrows were long and fine, her appearance gentle and elegant, and she had an otherworldly charm that was completely devoid of any worldly taste. She was like the revered saintess of ancient tribes, only to be admired from afar and not to be played with.

Damn it, every time he had her, and he watched her fall asleep, he always felt like he had defiled a saintess. But the more he felt like this, the more he became crazy.

He wanted to be the king who forced the saintess to give up her vows.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Nina quickly raised her head, her eyes watery and inexplicably filled with a hint of sadness.

Chris's breathing became tight. Every time she looked at him with that kind of eyes, he would instantly lose control.

He gritted his teeth and warned in a stern voice, "In the future, don't look at any man with that kind of eyes, including me."

Nina was stunned and looked at him with confusion.

Chris felt like his whole body was about to explode, the pain was unbearable. "Are you stupid? When you look at any man with that kind of eyes, you're tempting them to commit a crime."

"Oh," Nina lowered her head.

Chris carried her into the bathroom. The hot springs had filled the entire bathtub, steaming with white mist.

Nina clutched his collar nervously and said, "I've already taken a bath... let me down..."

Before he took her away, she had already taken a bath and changed into her pajamas.

Chris ignored her and put her down. He took off his shirt, and the scene was too tempting. Nina quickly closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at him.

"Open your eyes. Do you want to make me angry?!" Chris scolded in a low voice.

Nina blinked her eyelashes and cautiously opened her eyes, seeing his perfectly shaped body in front of her, every line was powerful and exuding endless charm. She didn't even dare to breathe, even though she had seen it before, she was always shy and didn't dare to look at it for too long.

In the car just now, the light was too dim, and he didn't take off his clothes.

At this moment, the strong visual impact made her cheeks burn all the way to her ears.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a scar on his left chest. It was a new wound that had not yet completely healed.

Nina exclaimed, "Oh my god, you're injured!"

When they were intimate before, she had noticed several old scars on his body. He came from a warlord family and had different experiences, so it was inevitable that he would get injured.

But now, there was a new wound on his body.

These days, he hasn't come to see her, and it turns out he's in danger. She vaguely knows that it may be related to the recent recapture and merger of the Pascaylia warlord, which she saw in the news. Perhaps this is the reason why he, as an Alvonia person, appeared in Pascaylia.

She widened her eyes, reached out her small hand, and stroked his wound.

"Oh my god, there is more than one injury," Nina's small hand stroked his body, carefully looking at it. There were more than ten bruises and scars, and the deepest wound was on his right arm.

Upon closer inspection, several stitches had even been sewn, and they hadn't been removed yet. Perhaps because of the previous intense activity, it had reopened and oozed a little blood.

"Does it hurt?" Nina's voice choked, with a crying tone.

Chris glanced at his arm. This was a scar left by Colonel Roselin during their deadly fight. The dozen or so bruises and scars on his body were all caused by that battle. He had thought Colonel Roselin was just a bronze rank, but he didn't expect him to be a king rank, and it was because of his underestimation that he was late to meet up with Joyce and Luther.

"Can this even be considered an injury?" Chris sneered. "Getting injured is a common occurrence during training. You've seen my old scars before, these new wounds and scars may not even leave a mark, they're not worth mentioning."